Gregory was left to gape at her. It is said that what people find the strangest isn’t necessarily the most alien sights but the most familiar presented differently. It was because of this that he found himself looking upon one of the strangest creatures he’d ever seen. On the one hand he saw the appealing shape of her body barely encased in a golden bikini. She was a pleasant mix of Talina’s slender frame and the new courtesan’s wicked curves. A smooth jet ck mane of hair was pulled up behind her head into a long ponytail and held in ce with a golden patterned clip.


    To Gregory, her face appeared to carry enough distinctive features to make her appearance carry a distinctly Earthly far eastern vour. The slight exotic nt of her eyes, a cute small nose and beautifully female lips that matched the ebon hue of her hair all conspired to show him an innately feral beauty that he’d never seen the like of before.


    The more startling features of the alluring creature were seen in the long sharp tips of her nails that extended outward like ws in the moment he startled her. A thinyer of sandy coloured fur covered her entire body and was patterned along her sides and over her back with long ck stripes. Those lines wrapped around her thighs and over her arms in oddly enticing patterns. Her distinctly human features had that same thin coating of fur that only ceased around her lips and within the depths of her pointed ears.


    “S-sorry,” Gregory couldn’t stop marvelling at her. “I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”


    Apprehension gave way to understanding in those luminous feline eyes. His shock clearly wasn’t a unique experience for her.


    “My apologies, master. Would you like me to leave?” She appeared somewhat self conscious about her appearance and habitually scooted toward the entrance to the tent.


    “Leave!?” Gregory was incredulous. “After today I might keep you all to myself.”


    Apparently this reaction wasn’tmon amongst their regr clientele. Gregory offered an amiable grin before resuming the position Talina had left him in and sliding closer to the woman shaped tigress in the process.


    “Seriously, you’re gorgeous… you just startled me.” Gregory casually leaned back on his arms.


    “Thank you.” The woman gave a very real purr of appreciation before looking over to her aplice with an approving glint in her eyes. “My name is Fiona-Lynn. This is Lydia Brooke. You are our new master?”


    Both women slowly edged closer to Gregory and he found himself looking upon them both as they settled on either side of him with their legs tucked beneath them.


    “So I’m told.” Gregory didn’t feel at all master-like right then.


    “Well then, what would you have us do for you?” Lydia’s voice was a pleasantly entrancing melody to Fiona’s scintiting, exotic purr.


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    “Well,” Fiona’s hand reached out and he felt the soft pads of her fingertips slowly trace a path across his leg up toward the growing lump trapped in that denim. “we provide all sorts of entertainment. Don’t we Lydia?”


    The grin that came over the cat-like features showed a set of ivory white teeth with sharp canines and incisors pointed in a distinctly carnivorous fashion.


    “We do,” Lydia agreed. “perhaps our new master would like us to y a song for him?”


    The woman’s suggestion was voiced as she extended her own hand to stroke along Gregory’s opposite thigh in what was barely more than a grope. She also shifted her body in such a way that the deep cleft of her barely confined breasts was disyed only inches from his eyes.


    “Or we could recite a poem?” Fiona caught his attention again by yfully digging her sharp ws into his leg. The moment of pain was soon eased over by the feel of her hand caressing the offended area.


    “Maybe you would like to watch us dance together,” Lydia was now grinning along with Fiona as their hands teased their way up between his thighs and un-ravelled the sweater tied about his waist.


    The sweater had actually been doubling as a makeshift belt and without it the damage to his jeans became clearly visible. The zipper immediately fell open and both women looked down to see his under-shorts and the prominent tent he was making within them.


    “Such strange clothes master wears,” Fiona observed as she slipped her long ws underneath the hem of his underwear and slowly peeled them down.


    Gregory watched the eyes of the two women brighten as he felt the fresh air of the tent upon the bare helmet of his engorged length. Lydia slowly licked the tip of her tongue across her lips and Fiona’s purring became notably louder in the sudden silence that had fallen between them.


    “I think master shows us what he wishes of us,” Lydia turned her gaze from the throbbing member to look meet Gregory’s gaze. He’d seen that look in a woman’s eyes all too often in those past few days.


    “But we do not grant such a thing lightly,” Fiona cautioned her friend. “for there is no male here who could please us.”


    As she spoke, her ws retracted and her long nimble fingers peeled his underwear down far enough for his cock to fully spring upward between the two sinfully alluringdies.


    “What about the orcs?” Gregory was trying to keep his mind on business. A task which, given the circumstances, was enormously difficult.


    “Orcs? We dance for them. We sing for them. Yet if we allowed them any more the great brutes would savage us. Orc men know nothing of sensuality.” Fiona carried a dismissive tone as she began to slip her hand upwards under Gregory’s shirt where she was all too happy to find a body that felt like silk pulled tight over steel.


    “And the men of the camp? Or the emissaries?” Curiosity was just managing to reign in the call of his steadily growing desire.


    “Ha! The men here are decent enough but most have wives and so their decency keeps them away from us.” Fiona slowly lifted Gregory’s shirt above his head and both women clearly enjoyed the sight of his lithe yet powerful body.


    “What about Torren?”


    “He’s just useless,” Lydia rolled her eyes before grasping Gregory’s wrist and lifting it over her head to slip her shoulders beneath his arm.


    “He’s shy,” Fiona added with a little more understanding in her tone before she leaned over to settle a few soft fleeting kisses along the line of the young man’s pectoral muscle. “and he knows little of women.”


    “Up until yesterday, neither did I,” Gregory admitted.


    “No man who knows nothing of women can make them scream like you do, master.” Lydia had a pleasantly amused note in her voice as she reminded him that virtually the whole camp had heard the passionate cries of Jte and Algra the previous evening.


    Even given the situation, Gregory found heat rushing to his face. The sensation wasn’t helped in the slightest as Fiona settled those ck lips upon the nape of his neck and slowly used them to caress up toward his ear where she began to teasingly nibble on the soft lobe.